Dorah L. Williams - Haunted Too: Incredible True Stories of Ghostly Encounters

The Haunted Experiences of Others in the United Kingdom

The Red-Haired Boy

T he house in question was my childhood home, and a happy one at that. We are a family of six with all of the usual ups and downs. I think that things started to happen to me first, but my mum, I think, knew all along. Her family is one of those who have always received warnings about deaths you know, the usual, pictures jumping off walls, etc.

Anyway, I am the eldest and was going through adolescence at the time. Frequently, I would feel a whoosh going past me and the strong scent of roses. It was peaceful. Other things, however, were not.

At first it was fascinating. One of my dads trophies for football would move around by itself, even when it was placed behind other objects. There were noises of people going up the stairs. My mums continual denial, I suppose, put me at ease, but when my sister was pushed off a bench in the kitchen my hackles went up.

She was only five, and it upset her greatly. Soon after these occurrences started, we moved out, but it was not due to the goings-on simply a house upgrade.

I had convinced myself that I was nuts until, as we got in the car, I caught my mum saying goodbye to a person in the house. She denied it, of course, until recently.

It turns out that the previous owners had a son, who was a child genius. Horrifically, he killed himself in one of the bedrooms of our house. This was my brothers bedroom. The reason why my mum denied everything was so as not to scare us. However, she said that was becoming increasingly difficult when my brother kept asking her who the red-haired boy in the corner of his room at night was.

I like to think that since most of the occurrences happened around about the time that we were due to move that the little boys spirit was reluctant to see us go.

Sensitive

I am a very sensitive person anyway, but I visited my friends house, and the night I arrived we were sitting in the lounge.

I had my soul cards out (a bit like tarot), and the lights started flashing; my friend had spent I think around 2,000 to get the electric fixed, so it wasnt that. The air became very cold and icy. I had an unusual sensation in my head, and I felt rather light-headed. I asked my friend to feel around my crown area, and she went to, but her dog placed its paw on her hand, as if preventing her from doing so.

I went to bed and felt like it was winter outside, I was breathing in such cold air. The next day I went to brush my teeth and the lights started flashing.

After a couple of days a friend of ours came over, and we sat in the kitchen. He is very skeptical. As we sat I became aware of an amazing headache, and I felt so hot I went bright red in the face. My friend, a seven-foot-tall man, turned and said that was how he was feeling. The next thing I knew he was in tears, wailing, and said he saw a spirit and it had been such a shock to him.

He described one of the ghosts haunting the house down to what he was wearing. He was really crying, so I gave him some healing. He finally calmed down, and we went into the sitting room. All the pictures there were tilted around a forty-five-degree angle. The light was tilted too.

That next night my friend and I did a cleansing and asked the lost souls to leave. I heard someone wail, and my friend who can hear spirits said the older man was unsure and didnt want to leave. I think they are still there. My friend doesnt, though, as she hasnt had any activity; yet she hadnt had any prior to my visit, either. It is a very haunted house.

The Old Stone Cottage

My husband and I once lived in a very old stone cottage in the same village in which we still live. A nice old couple now occupies that same home. Ive met up with them several times since we moved out and they moved in, and as far as I know they are happy there. But I will tell you what happened when we lived there for over a year, about six years ago.

We had just been married. And it was only the two of us who lived there, with our dog, a German shepherd named Jericho. He was a gift from my husband, because he worked many nights away from home and thought Id enjoy the company. Jericho was massive, and no intruder would ever get into that house with him on guard or so we thought.

We were happy in our first home, except for one problem. It was haunted. One night it was so scary I called my husband at work, begging him to come home right away. He knew from my voice that I was quite serious and something must have upset me terribly to make such a request. When he got home every light in the house was lit, and Jericho and I were barricaded in the bedroom.

When my husband had left for work that evening I had taken Jericho for a walk through the village to visit our friends, but they were not at home. So when I returned back home, sooner than expected and just a few minutes after my husbands departure, I thought he had come back again for something he had forgotten, and wasnt frightened at first when I saw someones shadow pass by the window curtain as I walked up the laneway toward the door. I could hear loud noises in the kitchen when I walked in and wondered what my husband was doing to cause all that commotion. When I called out to him the noises suddenly stopped, and of course it hadnt been him at all.

When I walked into the kitchen everything was in its place, although it had sounded like every drawer and cupboard was being pulled opened, slammed shut, and rummaged through. I looked about, trying to make sense of it all, and there was Jericho, who usually never left my side, backed into the far corner of the room, cowering and whimpering pathetically.

The dogs reaction only struck me as almost comical afterwards (so much for my big, brave protector).

After being sure that no one else was in the cottage, I bolted the door and sat down in the lounge to do some reading for a while. The dog remained in the corner, refusing to come to me even when I called to him, so I ignored him and read my book.

After a while a movement caught my eye, and I looked up to see what looked like a dense patch of fog, roughly in the shape of a person, floating right toward me. Jericho watched it but never made a sound. As this misty figure floated in front of me, the radio beside my chair started to make crackling sounds even though it was turned off.

[The mist] slowly diminished in size until it was gone. Time seemed to stand still, but realistically Id estimate it was probably only there for a few very long seconds. But it wasnt so fleeting that I didnt have enough time to study it and to be sure it wasnt just my imagination. It was definitely some kind of entity. We stayed in the bedroom until my husband returned home that night.

At first I was frightened to stay alone in the cottage at night. And that was so unlike me. I have never been a timid person, but I was frightened by that thing. Nothing else happened for the longest time, and eventually I stopped feeling so nervous, even though I often felt like I was being watched.

My husband has always liked to tease me, and he certainly did some teasing at my expense during that time. He had never heard or seen anything unusual himself and never believed in that sort of thing to begin with. But he would always sneak up behind me and say, Boo in my ear, trying to get a rise out of me.

One day I came home a bit later than expected and found him pacing nervously in the lounge. I asked him why he was acting so jumpy, and he told me what had happened to him when he had returned home. He heard who he thought was me moving things around in our bedroom. And, as he thought it was funny to do, he quietly opened up the door, preparing to jump in the room and scare me out of my wits. But the joke was on him that time, because it wasnt me he had been hearing. I wasnt even home.